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little toss and turned and continued walking up the fire escape. ‘I know how to handle my father,’ she said.
    Sam followed her up another few steps. ‘Why didn’t you ask him where I’d gone?’ he asked.
    He saw her back tighten like a rod of steel before she slowly turned to face him at the fire-escape door. ‘Here’s the fourth floor,’ she announced like a lift operator.
    ‘Why didn’t you ask your father, Lexi?’ he asked again.
    Her blue eyes clashed with his, a spark of cynicism making them appear hard and worldly. ‘Why would I do that?’ she asked. ‘I had a new boyfriend within a few days. Did you really think I was pining after you? Give me a break, country boy. You were fun but not that much fun.’
    Sam ground his teeth as he joined her on the landing, conscious of the tight space and the warmth coming off both of their bodies from the exercise. Lexi’s breathing rate had increased slightly, making her beautiful breasts rise and fall behind her camisole. He allowed himself a brief little eye-lock but then wished he hadn’t. She was temptation personified. He had never wanted to kiss someone more in his life. Did she know she was having this effect on him? How could she not? He was doing his best to disguise it but there was only so much he could do. He was a red-blooded male after all, and she was all sexy, nubile woman.
    He thrust the door open out of the fire escape and nodded for her to go through. She walked past him, this time not touching him. He felt the loss keenly. His body ached to feel her, to touch her, to bring her close against him, to feel every part of her respond to him asshe had in the past. It frustrated him that she still had that power over him. It wasn’t supposed to be like this now.
    Engaged .
    Lexi was engaged .
    For heaven’s sake, why wasn’t his body getting the message?
    ‘Is this your office?’ she asked as she came to a frosted glass door halfway along the corridor.
    ‘Yes.’ He stood at the door, pointedly waiting for her to leave.
    She peered past his shoulder. ‘Aren’t you going to show me around?’ she asked.
    ‘Alexis,’ he began. ‘I don’t think—’
    ‘I want your shirt,’ she said with a determined look in her blue gaze.
    I want your body , Sam thought. He let out a ragged breath. ‘I guess I can hardly see patients wearing this,’ he said. ‘I’ll put on some scrubs.’
    Lexi followed him into the suite of rooms he had been assigned. He wondered for a moment if she was going to follow him all the way into his office but she perched her neat bottom on one of the seats in the currently unattended reception area and idly leafed through a magazine.
    Sam came out wearing theatre scrubs and handed her his shirt. Lexi took it from him and tried to ignore the fact that it was still warm from his body. She wanted to hold it up to her nose to smell his particular male smell but she could hardly do that in front of him. It was perhaps a little foolish of her, sentimental perhaps, but she had never forgotten his wonderful male smell. He hadn’t been one for using expensive aftershaves. He had smeltof good clean soap and a supermarket-brand shampoo that had reminded her of cold, crisp apples.
    Lexi put the magazine down. ‘Look, all other things aside, I just wanted to say thank you for all that you’re doing for my sister.’
    ‘It’s fine,’ he said, his granite face back on. ‘It’s what I do.’
    The silence stretched and stretched like an elastic band pulled to its capacity.
    Lexi couldn’t stop looking at him. It was as if her gaze was drawn by a force she had no control over. She longed to know what was going on behind the unreadable screen of his dark eyes. Was he thinking of the time they had spent together? Did he ever think of it? Did he regret walking away from her without saying goodbye? Why had he gone so abruptly? She had thought he was different from other men. He had seemed deeper and more sensitive, more emotionally